A Rising Star
A falling star rises my soul
I am so aware of the sheer shiny pleasure
As beautiful as a beauty mark mole
A falling star rises my soul
It will never fall into a black hole
Measure for measure there is no measure
I am so aware of the sheer shiny pleasure
A falling star rises my soul
I am so aware of the sheer shiny pleasure
Copyright © Susan Mills | Year Posted 2022
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